Asa's POV

One man tried to scramble through the north door and Diego stopped him on the spot with a bullet straight through his chest.

“North door down!” Diego’s voice cut in my ear.

“East flank with me!” I barked, and Marco was there at my side before I’d finished the word.

The warehouse erupted into chaos.

Another runner bolted past the pallets hauling something under his jacket. Marco’s round clipped the runner in the thigh right before finishing him off.

“Buyer—by ...